Unusual World 98 Old Wounds

With hurried steps, Gresham and Peter made their way outside the abandoned building. The gun to Howard's head made him fully complacent as he was being forced out the door. When the door flew open it gained the attention of the two men Gresham had stay outside.

They were sure prised to see Gresham and Peter dragging along someone with them at gunpoint, but were quick to draw their own weapons knowing something had gone terribly wrong.

"What happened in there", one of the men who waited outside asked hurriedly.

"I'll explain later for now just help Peter get that man in the car. Also, if you see anyone come out of that building a.s.sume they're trying to stop us and shoot them".

Receiving Gresham's instructions everyone hurriedly towards their car while keeping an eye out for anyone coming out of the building.

Things went smoothly no one exited the abandoned building while they shoved Howard into the trunk of the car. Taking off some of the worries they had as the group sped away from the abandoned building.

The car moved quickly down the street in the middle of the night, homes appeared to blitz past them as they drove down the street. It wasn't long before the two who waited outside started asking about what happened inside. Gresham was going to tell them what happened, but it was then Gresham received an unlikely call from Robert.

Gresham didn't particularly like using mobile phones along with every other mage and cultivator in the world because cell phones can easily be tracked and spied on. Instead, Gresham used communication seals he kept in a notebook.

Gresham wondering why Robert would using his emergency sigil to contact him he quickly used his notebook to call him only to receive the surprise of his life.

...

The once slumbering city stirred awake by the sound of dozens of explosions. Had its streets filled with terrified and concerned citizens. Their gasps and murmurs never stopped just the sound of sirens in the air heading towards the disastrous scene.

Despite the tragedy that happened at the steel mill the unluckiest people that day were those who stumbled upon an odd figure on the streets. The best way to describe what people saw as it ran by in the streets full stride while cackling with a joyous laugh on a level previously unknown to it before would be to describe a well-roasted chicken.

Its skin was clearly a dark golden brown the cloths the figure had on were mostly burnt away. Only dark tattered remnants of his clothes remained which was better than his hair that got lit ablaze from the inferno the figure once stood inside. His eyes were damaged by the raging flames even his lungs suffered the scolding hot air.

There was nothing about that man's appearance that would lead a person to believe he should still be alive. Yet, Desmond ran with as much vigor as a child as he carried the golden incense burning that has been welded to his hands from the heat of the burning.

Every movement brought only pain and split his charred skin releasing the juices contained inside. Desmond, however, didn't care about such things he couldn't even bring himself to care even if he wanted to because he had lost all sense of reason.

Even the side effects of the incense burner with the 8 auspicious signs carved on its side which made him completely lose all sense of direction didn't impede Desmond. So unperturbed by anything and with complete disregard for himself and others Desmond continued to run joyously into the night.

...

Morning Road, Delmar City

At the Hunter's Bazaar still, late at night, Seraphine had returned from one of her usual daily escapades. She wore a slim blue dress that had the skirt cut down the side and carried a small purse with her. She was heading upstairs when the sound of ooze seeping from the walls caught her ears.

The ooze converged next to the check out counter taking the form of the strange man. He breathed out large plumes of smoke that coiled around his body and cascaded onto the floor.

Noticing him Seraphine asked in a cold tone, "what do you want Zane?".

"I regret to inform you that I'll be departing in two weeks. I know how much you enjoy my company, but you must find the strength to move forward until I return. Now for the matter about my bill, I believe this should cover it".

When Zane stopped speaking his coat parted away revealing only darkness, but from that darkness outstretched a crocodile-like arm holding a small package held firmly in its claws.

Seraphine wondered what he was giving her when suddenly Seraphine felt like her stomach was being stabbed by a thousand needles. Her pain was followed by a dark smoke with sn ominous aura slipping out of her clothes.

Zane didn't try to help he only watched Seraphine wraith in pain as she struggled to keep up.

"I noticed the seal on your curse was weakening so I presumed this would be of a.s.sistance and it looks as though I was right just by how much the curse reacts to this thing".

It took a while, but Seraphine was able to regain her composer. After she did she walked towards Zane and took his payment.

"Thank you I really needed something like this ... Oh right before you leave I'll need you to tell me what you know about Desmond Gillies.

Zane breathed out smoke into Seraphine's face the asked, "why do you even care about trash like that. He's too weak to garner the attention of people like us even if he knows your an a.s.sa.s.sin its no problem to you. I only mess with him because it helps mess with you even after five whole minutes of thinking your motive it alluded me so, I gave up on it".

Seraphine was not shocked by Zane's blatant honesty, but since her motive wasn't anything special she told him the truth.

"There are information brokers seeking to uncover the reason why a weak n.o.body like him hasn't suffered from the wrath of Secret Visage even after so much time has pa.s.sed. He committed a grave offense death would be getting off easy for him. If he happens to be apart of some elite organization then there's no harm in playing nice. If not then I waisted only your time not mine".

Zane laughed Seraphine's words then said, "from what I've seen he's not anyone great or mysterious he's just a lucky idiot".

"What do you mean?" Seraphine asked with one eyebrow raised.

"The mark I gave him not only lets me track him, but see every facet of his life along with a few other things. He's nothing more than a wannabe soul eater. I don't know where he obtained such knowledge, but its incomplete he just eats souls directly. That's how he was able to step into the world of mages and cultivators and become an intermediate rank apprentice. From what I can see he has no skill to speak of really that's why he's currently running around the streets uncontrollable and crazy".

Picking up on what Zane said Seraphine let out a sigh and begrudgingly asked Zane to bring Desmond to her.

Zane confused as to why Seraphine wouldn't ask that demanded to know why. What Zane got in return for his question was a simple threat.

"Bring him to me now or else I'll tell the world your last name".

"You wouldn't dare", Zane uttered in a strange tongue that made both the shadows and light seeping through the window warp in like an abstract painting.
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"Try me", Seraphine replied in the same tongue blending the light and shadows together even more.

Zane's body grew tall in response to Seraphine's threat his back touched the ceiling while he leaned in close to her face. Seraphine was only an inch away from the terrifying monstrosity known as Zane, but she didn't retreat in the slightest.

Knowing full well his attempts would get him nowhere with Seraphine Zane let out one final shriek before disappearing from where he stood in a puff of smoke.

Zane grumbled as he traveled on top of rooftops at a blistering speed. It appeared as though the laws of physics had no hold of the man as he quickly made his way in front of his target. Not bothering to be gentle in the slightest Zane grasped hold of Desmond's skull while he was running in the street and shoved him inside his coat.

With his target in hand, Zane blitzed back to the Hunter's Bizarre. It wasn't long before Seraphine witnessed the well-roasted body of Desmond being chucked threw her window toppling many books over and Zane walking calmly through the front door.

"My window why couldn't you drag him through the front door" Seraphine uttered while giving Zane a look of disbelief (The your stupid look).

"I would of but my hands were full," Zane said while chowing down on a bag of baked goods that disappear into the darkness of his face.